Juvie - Chapter Two

by Lucky in the bathroom. You gotta go when you gotta go! :P

"Checkmate."

"Cheater!"

"I'm not a cheater! I won!"

Susie's 7-year-old brother Martin smiled deviously. "Are you sure?" he asked slyly. Martin pointed at a white chess piece, specifically a pawn. Susie groaned.

"Fine, I give up," she mumbled, and pushed the chessboard against her brother. "I don't want to play anyways. This is a stupid game. I hate chess."

"Then why did you play in the first place?"

"Because you wouldn't stop nagging me, remember?" She poked Martin in the gut, hard. He yelped. "Aghh! Mom!"

Susie hesitated. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" she cried, but it was too late. Martin was already running to the kitchen, where Mrs. Coxwell was. Eventually, Susie would get in serious trouble.

Susie waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

She did not hear her mother's call. Instead, she heard faint footsteps. Would could be a worse punishment then being grounded?

Mrs. Coxwell arrived at Susie's room, holding a bucket of soapy water and a wet pink sponge. "Ohh, what now?" the girl groaned.

Susie's mother smiled. Martin was grinning right beside her. Oh, no. This can not be good.

"Susie," Mrs. Coxwel started. "I...want you...to clean the car. The black one - the Toyota Camry, please."

She flinched. "What?"

The woman smiled. "You heard me: go and clean the car."

"Right now?"

"Yes, right now, young lady."

"But..." Susie looked around the room. Her backpack caught her eye. "I gotta do my homework!" Unfortunately for Susie, the excuse didn't work. "Well," said Mrs. Coxwell, "you should have done it before, when you were playing chess" - This time, she stared at Martin - "Susie, you should have thought twice. I said no games."

"But you said video games!"

"Same thing."

"No, it's not! Video games are electronic, and regular games are-"

"I don't care, just clean the car!" Mrs. Coxwell thrust the bucket and sponge into Susie's arms. "Finish by sundown. And don't think I won't be watching! You better not procrastinate!" she reminded her.

Susie pouted. Mrs. Coxwell smiled. As her mother and her pest of a brother walked away, Martin turned around and stuck his tongue out at Susie. She did so, too. "Whacko!" she whispered to him, but he was covering his ears.

She groaned, the bucket's thin metal handle piercing into her skin. "It's going to be a long evening," Susie said to herself, and started to walk outside.